“It’s all here.”
His face turned as white as the mashed potatoes. “It’s just some prank, Amelia!”
His mother’s expression changed as she read their conversation.
“Ryan, what is this?” she asked, leaning over the table with a distraught face. My liar of a husband sat quietly, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. Ryan’s father slammed his fist on the table.
“Answer your mother, right now! Are you cheating on your wife? The mother of your kids!”
My husband looked down and started crying.
“Amelia, we-we ne-need to talk about thi-this in private. Ple—”
“Oh, we’ll talk,” I said, cutting him off. “But I have one more surprise.”
I reached under the table and pulled out a small bag containing a new set of locks and a piece of paper with a phone number scrawled across it.
I placed the items in front of Ryan. “This card has the number of my divorce lawyer, whom I’ll be calling once this holiday is over. The locks are for the house, which I’m changing tomorrow.
With his tail between his legs, Ryan stood and walked out.
For the next few days, he called and texted non-stop, begging for forgiveness. But I ignored every message. His family sided with me completely, which was a huge relief.
By Christmas, I’d filed for divorce, and my daughters and I spent the holidays at my mom’s house. I was sad that my in-laws would no longer be my family, but we’d always be connected through my daughters. By the next Thanksgiving, I was with a wonderful new man, who woke up earlier than me to prepare the feast.
He was a great cook and took charge of the kitchen while I got to rest for the first time in years. Since leaving Ryan, my holidays only got better, and that’s what I want for anyone in my position. My MIL Showed Up to Thanksgiving Dinner Hiding Something Under Her Sweater — Everyone Went Pale When Her Secret Was Revealed
Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday.
My husband, Jeff, teases me about it, but I know he secretly loves it as much as I do. Jeff and I met seven years ago through a mutual friend at work. We clicked instantly, moving from casual coffee dates to full-on dinners within weeks.
Meeting each other’s families soon followed. Jeff and I got married, and three years ago, we welcomed our daughter, Ava. My MIL, Linda, was always a reserved, enigmatic woman, but she was thrilled to become a grandmother.
She doted on Ava with gifts and babysitting offers. Life felt picture-perfect until last year when Ronny passed away suddenly from a heart attack. Linda was devastated.Continue reading…
